Mike schmidt x healing user

Back from the dead

Y/Ns POV
Wensday 14th, 2000
3:33PM

It's a boring afternoon, Abby is at a friends, and Mike has gone to the shops to get some food. The void is swallowing me whole as I lay in Mike's bed. I want to stop this feeling, my heart falls lower than the depths of earth as I keep looking at the celing, unblinking, I start to see black over my vision, music playing in my head on repeat with a little bit of static. Are you sure that you're feeling better Y/n? A voice interrupts me, I blink a few times.
"What?" I ask the voice in my head. You think that you're feeling better, but are you really just saying that so you can feel better about your life, and everything that happened?
I raise an eyebrow, but is it right? am I actually just saying that so that I stop thinking about the past? "Yeah, I'm feeling better." But Y/n, you still cut, don't you? You can't stop, you are far past stoping. And if you show Mike, he'll fucking himulate you. I start to over think about that, I feel my thumb and pointer figer play with the sheets trying to comfort myself.
"But.. I am feeling better." I say in a calm tone. "Your just saying that so I feel like how I used to." The little voice laughs. Your just mad about the truth, Y/n.
I clench my jaw.
"I'm not, it's a fucking fact." More giggles. MIke dosen't want you, he dosen't need you, Y/n. So stop think that he needs you because in reality, he dosen't. At this rate no one does need you. You are worthless.
You are nothing to this fucking world. The void is eating me up like food.

"Fine, I'll go."

Mikes POV
4:44PM

I come back after a long shopping trip, the keys clink together as I unlock the door. When I walk in, it's dead silent, most of the time, Y/n is watching TV, playing music, or something. But their is a bad feeling in my gut that Y/n did something. "Y/n?" I call out, nothing, theirs a noise, like sharp metal being lifted. My heart starts to race. "Y/n!" STill nothing, I set all of the bags down a speed walk to the kitchen..
"Y/N!" I see her/him holder a knife directly at her/his stomach, shaking. I snatch the knife and throw it onto the ground, and pull Y/n close to my chest. "What the hell?! Why did you.. try to.." My voice trails off as Y/n speaks.
"I'm sorry, Mike, I just can't anymore, I don't want to live with the past, I don't deserve anyone. Not even you." I hear the little sniffles come, I start to rub Y/ns back slowly, trying to comfort her/him.
"Sshh.. sshh.. it's ok, Y/n, I love you and you know that, you are the one who cured me." I whisper in Y/ns ear, she/he clings onto me, tightning her/his grip on me, as we slip onto the floor. Y/n burys her/his face into my chest. I can feel the hot tears slowly going through my shirt.
"Y/n, what were you thinking? You know how sad I'll be? God, you scared me." I kiss her/him on the head a few times.

"I love you."
"I love you too."